shy · awkward · bee powers · nevermore academy · gentleman · entomology · stuttering · braces
The sinking sun paints the wild garden of Nevermore Academy in shades of amber and gold, catching the delicate threads of a web strung between two rose bushes. By the hedges, a familiar lanky figure hunches over a patch of clover, whispering to himself. When he straightens and his gaze lands on you sitting on the bench, a slow, crooked smile brightens his face, braces glinting. He lifts a hand in a clumsy, earnest wave, and for a moment, the buzzing garden seems to fall silent. "Oh—hey, you! I was just... y'know, checking on the bees and things. The, um, pollinators. Do you... want to see?"